Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 07:44:32 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Searching for My Identity, Part 14 (gay/incest)

Where we left them:

"I wanted to get to you all before the media got it. Jeb broke into
your old house last night. Tore the place up. Obviously was angry
because he couldn't find anyone. The officer sitting in his patrol car
outside heard the noise and radio'd for backup. When the other cars
came they approached the house. Jeb resisted and shot at the officers.
They took him down. Jeb is gone." he told us in a very straight
forward manner.

We just all looked at each other. None of us knew what to say. Jeb was
a part of my two Dad's lives for a long time. And to me, I thought he
was someone special in my life, boy was I wrong. So none of us knew
whether we should mourn his passing or be relieved.

I was suddenly over come. My knees weakened. I fell to the floor and passed
out.

Part 14:

They took me to the hospital even though I came to shortly after. But
no one was taking any chances. It turned out I was just dehydrated
and, along with the stress, my body just gave out. But I was released
after an overnight observation.

After that everyone could finally relax. Jeb was gone and his two
buddies were in jail awaiting trial. They already did a plea so it was
just sentencing they were waiting for. They were both going to get
over 10 years.

Dad and Rex paid for Jeb's funeral. Awfully generous of them
considering the circumstances. But I didn't try to talk them out of
it. But I didn't go either. I think it was closer for them, especially
Dad, putting it all behind them.

Max was healing up nicely. He has to take it easy but has been able to
work from home with the aid of his assistant. A guy by the name or
Rodger. Rodger had been working at a money management firm in LA and
always wanted to move to Palm Springs. He saw that there was a new
business opening up and sent his resume. Max had just finished setting
him up in the office when everything went down. Lucky for Max that
Rodger was already well versed in the world of money management and
was able to take over for a while. Keeping Max in the loop every step
of the way.

I was getting the feeling, however, that things were developing into a
little more than a working relationship. Rodger was short, muscular,
with an awesome butt. Hispanic and cute. A lot like Pedro but with
more in common with Max. Whatever it is I'm sure it will work it self
out.

Meanwhile, Trent and Ricky left for two weeks to clean out their
apartment and take care of any loose ends. They were going to move in
with us for good and I was glad. I really liked them both and liked
having them around. They were going to, at my Dad's request and
financing, set up a security agency here in the desert. Mostly for
high end clients. That should keep them busy for a while.

And in two weeks we would be flying off to Key West. With everything
that had happened everyone almost forgot. But now we are all getting
excited. I even decided to do a little shopping to keep myself busy.
Nothing much, since we really didn't need much, but I figured a new
suit for the beach and maybe some nicer shirts for dinners and stuff.

Pedro asked if I wanted him to drive me but I felt like getting out on
my own. I took the Tahoe and headed off to Westfield Palm Desert. I
cut through to Bob Hope Drive and then headed up to 111 to get to the
mall.

Shopping didn't take long. Pacsun, Sunglass Hut, and Dick's and I was
done. Like I said, I didn't need much. But I did enjoy people watching
for a while and then stopped by the ice skating rink to watch everyone
skate. On my way out I stopped at Rubio's and had three chicken tacos.
There were a couple of construction workers working on an empty space
at the food mall that I watched for a while as well. They weren't
really hot but watching them tear out the old food business that was
there was interesting.

All in all it took about an hour and a half. I gathered up my small
packages and headed to the parking lot. As I approach the Tahoe I
noticed that both tires on the passenger side were flat. Alarms went
off in my head at first. I stopped and almost panic'd. Could this all
be happening again?

But then I notice a construction pickup truck parked by where I had
driven through the parking lot. I looked down by that truck and saw
that there were a bunch of screws spilled onto the parking lot
surface. The truck probably belonged to the guys working on that space
in the food court. And here it was the beginning of November and it
was still hot outside. Still in the 90's but the nights were chilly.

I only had one spare so I had to call Rex.

"Hey baby boy. What's up?" he answered on the second ring but I could
hear the garage was very busy in the back ground.

I explained to him my situation and he said, "OK, Hunter is off today
and has the tow truck with him. But knowing him he isn't doing much.
Let me give him a call and I'll call you right back."

I thanked him and then hung up and waited. I thought about getting in
the truck and running the air but that is such a waste and I always
bitch about other people that do that so I decided to just open the
back access doors and sit on the back of the Tahoe.

Five minutes later Rex called me back. "He was asleep but agreed to
come get you."

"OK, thanks, what does he look like?"

Rex laughed and said, "Well, he's going to be the one that is driving
the big ass flat bed tow truck with the name Gentry on the side. But
other than that I'm sure you'll appreciate my taste in fellow
associates." He got off the line still laughing.

I hung up feeling silly. Of course I would recognize the truck coming
in as one of the garage's." Meanwhile I was starting to sweat. I was
in my usually wear, compression shorts and tank top with flips. Barely
presentable enough to be in public but I've noticed a lot of athletic
types in the valley dress similar to me. But they seem to at least
wear a jock or undies as part of the package. I usually go without.
Even with all that happened I'm still an exhibitionist.

But the sweat was starting to build up and I felt it dripping down my
back into my crack. Kinda was making me horny actually. And then the
musk coming from my pits. It was all under control after my shower
this morning but in this hot parking lot it was becoming strong.

Thinking about the heat, sweat and musk was starting to really make me
think about sex. Everyone was so busy lately that it was hard to stop
someone at the house long enough to suck their cock. But Pedro did let
me fuck him a few nights ago.

Well shit, thinking about that didn't help, my cock started to get
hard. And just then I heard the sound of a diesel engine coming into
the parking lot. I looked up and it had "Gentry" on the side of the
door. Great. Now I had to think of dead puppies to get my cock to go
back to soft.

The truck came right for me and pulled up behind the Tahoe. The window
was open, which I thought was strange given the heat, and the driver
poked his head out, "Scott?". he asked.

"Yep, thanks for coming on your day off."

"No biggie. Wasn't doing much anyway. Rex said he would make it up to
me anyway." he grinned. I wasn't sure what that meant but ok.

He swung the big truck up to the front of mine and parked his rear to
my front. I got up off the Tahoe and closed the back doors. As I came
from behind the Tahoe Hunter was getting out of his truck.

When I looked up I froze. As he came down out of the truck I saw he
was wearing big working boots, jeans and a short sleeve button up grey
shirt with his name on it. He was about 6 foot and handsome in a rough
sort of way. Dark hair, dark eyes. Heavy five o'clock shadow with a
thick goatee. The man was built like Trent and Max sort of but in a
rough raw way.

The shirt was completely unbuttoned showing off his moderately hairy
muscular chest. His jeans were baggy and the waist was too big for
him. Hung there like they were going to fall off any second. You could
see the trimmed pubic hair. His stomach wasn't a six pack by any means
but it was mostly flat. Maybe a think layer of beer fat. But still
hot. The base of his cock seemed to be holding the jeans up.

As he turned around to raise the bed of the truck and to angle it down
to pull up the Tahoe I looked at his back. It was broad. Masculine.
There was large wet areas under his arms. He was sweating pretty good.

After he got the flat bed angled just right he went under the Tahoe
and started hooking up the chains underneath. That is when I saw what
was holding up his jeans. A large muscular bubble butt. His shirt had
ridden up and about a fourth of his ass was sticking out above the
jeans. Large globes of muscle. Shinning from sweat. He was also tan
all over.

After he got the truck hooked up he went and pulled the lever that
would pull the Tahoe up on the bed. Once he accomplished that he
secured the Tahoe to the bed with some more chains and locked the bed
into place.

I still hadn't moved from the spot that I first stood in. I was taking
him all in. I was dripping sweat myself. I was so taken by him that I
was totally unaware that my cock had become half hard. Kind of hard to
hide in these compression shorts.

Hunter turned to me and seemed to take me in for the first time. He
looked me up and down and then grinned. "You ready to go? I'm sorry
but the air conditioner is broke. I was supposed to leave the truck at
the shop yesterday and forgot. But I'll leave it there today. Come on
and get in." he stood there and watched me come back to reality and I
shook it all from my head and walked to the passenger side of the
truck and climbed in.

Hunter opened the drivers side door and before he climbed up he took
off his shirt and threw it up on the seat. "It's a hot one today. Hope
you don't mind." he said with that grin again.

"Nope" was all I could get out. The cab of the truck was hot. Our
combined scent was doing nothing for my cock. It was just getting
harder. Even with the slight beer gut the man was a perfect fucking
specimen. Totally blue collar stud. I wasn't sure if he was straight
or gay. Working for Rex and Dad though I couldn't imagine them hiring
a straight stud like this and not making a move on him.

I was lost in my thoughts when he said, "Where do you want me to take you?"

"Um...I thought we were going to the garage." I was confused.

"Well, yeah, the Tahoe is. But Rex told me to take you wherever you
want to go first." he said with a sexy as fuck smile.

I don't know where it came from. I came out of the fog I was in and
straightened up with confidence and turned to him with my own shit
eating grin. "Where do you live?" I half expected to get punched.

But all he said was, "Fuck yeah!" and then he looked at me and asked,
"You sure?"

I looked at him and then down at my shorts and put my hand around the
outline of my cock, "Convinced?"

"Fucking nice, ok, I live out in Thousand Palms. Not too far. And it's
not much. Off of 31st street. Dusty and hot out there. You mind?"

"I've got no place to be." I thought that I should call Rex and let
him know about the delay but I'm sure he'd figure it out.

"Ok. It's pretty hot in here. You can take off your shirt man." he
said with a sort of husky voice. So I kicked off my flips and then
took off my shirt. I was sitting there in my low rise compression
shorts and nothing else.

"Damn I like them shorts on you. Let me see the back of them." he said
as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

I took off my seat belt and put my head out the window like I was
looking at something and gave him a full view of my ass with my crack
sticking about two inches out over the top of the shorts. There was on
attribute I knew I had above all others and that was my ass.

"Damn if that isn't a mighty fine ass buddy. Got me hard already." I
sat back down and looked over at him. He had a couple of inches of
thick cock sticking out of his jeans. I was really sweating now. "You
know where I live I pull into my property and you can't see nothing
from the road or the neighbors. I lay out there all the time buck
naked. You could pull those shorts off if you want." he said
apprehensively.

I didn't even have to think about it. The shorts were gone in seconds.
There I was sitting with a stranger in a truck totally naked. Of
course the cab of the truck was higher than any other vehicle on the
road at the time.

As Hunter drove he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I decided
to give him a show too. I leaned up against the door and put my left
leg up on the seat. My right leg still on the floor. With my right
hand I stroked my cock and with my left I played with my cunt. He took
his eyes off the road to see what I was doing and he almost wrecked.
"Sweet Jesus boy. You're gonna make me crash. Fuck!"

Before I knew it we were across Interstate 10 and pulling into some
dusty roads. The sand was coming into the cab and sticking to me. A
few minutes later we pulled into a property that was lined with tall
desert bushes. The only opening was for the driveway. Hunter stopped
the truck as he got into the drive and hopped out and closed the gate.
While he was outside the truck he stripped off everything and then
jumped back in and drove to the back of the house.

His cock was thick and long. Not as long as Rex's but almost. I just
knew that if I even touched it I would cum. I wanted to calm down. The
man had me the horniest I've ever been.

He stopped the truck behind the house and shut it off. He looked over
at me, still in the position I was in when he almost ran off the road,
and he grinned. He leaned over me and kissed me. Hard. We were kissing
with such urgency that I felt both our spit running down our chins.
Sloppy and hot.

Then he moved from my mouth and lifted my right arm. He dove into my
pit. Sucked and licked all the flavor he could find. He sounded like
an animal. Driving me crazy. Then he moved down, avoiding my cock,
like he knew I was on the edge. He lifted my legs and started eating
me out right there in the truck. It was already hotter than fuck in
there but now it was stifling.

After a few minutes he stopped and back out of the truck. He grabbed
my ankles and pulled me across the seat to the drivers side door. As
he pulled me down out of the truck he kissed me again. I could taste
my sweaty ass on his face. He tasted good.

Once I was on the ground, the hot compacted sand, I was looking up at
him. I was shaking from being so horny over him. He took me over to a
shaded patio in the back of the house. There was a lounge chair there.
He put me on my back and then went for my ass again. Like he couldn't
get enough. I was totally ok with that.

"Scott, I got to fuck you now. Tell me you're ok with that. We can do
anything you want to after but I got to fucking breed you right now
man." He was breathing heavy. Like he was out of control. But he
wasn't. He was just as horny as I was.

I answered him by rolling around on the lounge and putting my ass up
in the air. After we have our first cum I'm going to use every part of
his body but he's right. We need to get this out of the way right
away.

"Oh fuck man" he said behind me. I felt his mouth on my cunt again.
His tongue was going deep. So much spit it was dripping down to my
balls. He took his time and feasted on my hole, getting it ready, and
I was aching for it. Finally he stood up and stuck a thumb in my hole.
I massaged his thumb with my ass. "Oh fuck yeah we got a hungry hole
here" he said.

Then he lined up his cock. He slowly slipped it in. I was hoping I
could take it without lube. Then all of a sudden, out of no where, he
handed me some poppers. I breathed that little brown bottle in for all
it was worth. Here I was out in the middle of nowhere with a stranger
getting fucked outside in the dusty heat. And I was loving it. First
time in weeks I've felt like I got away from everything. All the bad
stuff.

Once he was in he waited a minute. He was waiting too long. "Fuck me
already. Fuck me hard man" I said with urgency. Between the heat and
the build up from the parking lot of the mall and now the poppers I
was not going to be patient any longer. I wanted it hard. And he gave
it to me hard.

We were both so close to the edge when we had started it didn't take
long for him to breed my guts. He did fuck me hard though. I thought
at one point I was going to fall off that lounge. I didn't touch my
cock and either did he. He just fucked me.

After a few minutes I came all over that lounge. He felt it. "Oh fuck
you came" he said as I felt the build up of his own orgasm. My ass
massaging his cock till he couldn't take it anymore. He slammed into
me breeding my guts like he promised. Deep inside.

Once he was done he didn't get soft. He stayed inside me. Breathing
heavy like he just ran a race. I was sweating like a pig and he was
dripping his sweat all over me. We stunk good too.

"I don't want to pull out of this ass. My cock loves it in there."

"Then don't" I simple said.

And he didn't. Instead he picked me up, still embedded on his cock,
and carried me into the house. The cool dry air hit us as we walked
in. We went to the living room and he gently place us both on the
couch. He turned my head towards him and kissed me again. "You ready
for some fun now?" he asked.

I was more than ready.

Part 15, coming soon. :)

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